Darkblood Prison - G.K. DeRosa Page 0,69
burning passion to kissing me with the passion of a dozen raging incubi. And the crazier thing was that I missed him. A weird, gaping hole had opened up inside me since his departure, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t fill the hollow sensation.
A tap at the glass door drew me from my inner musings. “Breakfast time, kids.” Dallas stood in the corridor, nose and mouth pressed to the glass, making a goofy face.
“You guys go without me. I need a few minutes.” I waved him off and returned to the sorry trickle of water.
Hayden’s large shadow came up behind me and his long arm came around my waist. My legs came out from under me, and I was swinging from the big angel’s shoulder a second later. “Hayden!” I squealed.
“You know the rules, pumpkin. We’re on you like glue, and I’m starving. No one wants to deal with Talon’s wrath when he gets back if Delacroix hurts even one hair on your cute little head.” He marched out the door despite my struggling.
“Mornin’ sunshine.” Dallas shot me a beaming smile, and I had to suppress the urge to punch him in the throat.
We reached the atrium, and I gave up the struggle against the persistent angel. The other inmates were starting to stare, and I did not need more rumors spreading around this place. “Fine, put me down, you big brute. I’ll go with you guys after a quick trip to the ladies’.” The truth was I’d been dying to ask them about Talon’s weird behavior. It was obvious they knew something after their relentless teasing but would they tell me?
“Okay, but if you try to give us the slip, I’ll bite you.” Dallas’s fangs elongated, and he ran his tongue over the pointy tips.
“Put those away, vamp. I’ll be right back.” I ducked into the communal bathroom and hushed voices stopped me in my tracks.
“She’s off limits, Takezia, you heard Delacroix.”
“I don’t know. Maybe the demon’s reign is coming to an end. This is the first time he’s been in the Hole since he landed in this fortress decades ago.”
It took me a second to place the females’ voices—the two succubi from Delacroix’s gang that I’d encountered in Block Eight.
“You better watch out talking like that, girl. You could end up with a blade in your gut.”
She huffed and the whoosh of the toilet flushing garbled their next words. “… I just don’t get what’s so special about her.”
“I don’t know either, but Thax wouldn’t have claimed her if she wasn’t important.”
Thax? The Underworld warlord? The blood froze in my veins, and I had to squeeze my legs together to keep my bladder from letting loose. I backed away, creeping toward the door and slipped out.
Hayden and Dallas leaned against the wall, their bulky arms crossed over their meaty chests. No wonder no one had come in after me.
“I was about to come in looking for you, precious.” Dallas flashed me his index finger. “You had exactly one second left.”
I grabbed his finger and twisted, yanking him back toward the corridor to our block. “Come on, you two, breakfast’s going to have to wait. We have something important to talk about.”
When we reached our cell, I recounted what I’d overheard. Hayden and Dallas sat on my bed as I paced, detailing every single word of the conversation.
“Why would Delacroix want her, or Thax for that matter?” asked my temporary vampire guard.
“And Thax is supposed to be helping me with Delacroix. Was that all a scam?” It couldn’t be. Luci set that up for me, and he would never betray me. Was Thax trying to pull something over on the devil himself?
Hayden’s light brows furrowed, and he drummed his fingers on the metal bedframe. “Could be…” He paused, considering. “I’ll get word to Talon. He’ll want to be in the loop.”
“You sure you want to interrupt?” Dallas asked. “He’s with Vander’s sis—”
“I know,” Hayden snapped. “But I’m afraid it’s unavoidable. If the warlord wants Azara, we need to find out why.”
Azara? I was pretty sure that was the first time he’d ever called me by my real name. That can’t be good. And who was this Vander guy? It was the third time I’d heard the name without any kind of explanation.
“Why would Thax care about me?”
Hayden ticked his head at the mark on my arm which had started to glow. “My guess is that it has something to do with that pretty little tattoo that allows